I wasn’t planning on writing a post. I have no plan, no topic to talk about. I have no encouraging words. Heck, I would absolutely understand if you stopped reading right now.
But I’m sitting here on a Sunday afternoon, recovering from being sick, and I realized that the reason I started this blog was to be real. To be honest.
I don’t want to be fake, to sit behind a keyboard and type words I don’t mean, pretending to be something I’m not, to have it all together. Because I don’t.
I’ve had it rough lately. Of course, I’ve had it worse, and that’s why I’m not complaining. But my soul…it hurts. It feels empty. I don’t like my circumstances, my actions. I don’t like a lot of things right now. I can’t really explain it.
I’m just rambling now, and I don’t really have a point. There aren’t any fancy slogans today, or witty one-liners. No Bible verses, no humor. Just me, and the white screen with the black words. Just me. And that’s how it should be.
Life is a journey, ya know? It’s me, and the dusty road. It sucks now, sure, but it may get better tomorrow. It may feel like I just got sucker punched (and it does, metaphorically of course) but that will heal. Time heals all wounds, as they say.
I’m very good at speaking optimistically about and to other people, but I’m horrible at thinking that about myself. That whole paragraph up there? That was more to myself than y’all if I can be honest. I get so caught up in my emotions, my feelings, my thoughts, that I forget it won’t be like this forever.
And I guess that’s my point. See, I lied up there. There was a point to this post.
I know this isn’t normally when I post, and this is atypical of my normal style, and I promise I’ll be back next Monday. Peace out. 🤘